This is what it looked like from the boat house deck at 6:30 Sunday morning. It was cold, 50 degrees according to Fred's thermometer. I got up anyway and sat on the porch reading the autobiographical cookbook I was supposed to review for Library Journal in July. I had a blanket and dog on my lap to keep me warm. I finally realized that the sun was warming the dock so I went down there and warmed up. Fred came along in his kayak and we had a nice visit--Tess swam out to meet him. Then he paddled on and I read some more until Sunday dinner. It's a nice neighborhood, this one.
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